Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

To be able to reach the existence of the Tongyou Realm, in other words, it is a small death to walk through the gate of hell.

Now, when Uncle Jiu saw Han Feng standing in front of him with a smile, his whole body was in good health, and he couldn't help feeling rejoicing.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, Uncle Jiu stood behind Han Feng, clasped his hands together, and muttered silently to the void in the distance.

Han Feng frowned, and laughed, "Master, you don't need to be so exaggerated, your apprentice is talented and intelligent, and it is inevitable to go to the Netherworld."

Snapped!
Uncle Jiu slapped Han Feng directly on the back of the head.

Staring, "You boy, you are really young and don't know what to fear. It is your fate to reach the Netherworld Realm this time. If there is a breakthrough in the realm next time, don't be careless! You must tell Master that you know it!"

"Oh, I know, Master, you just like to make a fuss out of molehills."

Han Feng muttered, turned and went back to the house.

But Uncle Jiu's worries are clearer than anyone else's in his heart, because things like calamity are indeed close to death, but Han Feng is an exception, with a system in his body, he knows that he only needs to be careful, basically there is a high probability that there will be No danger.

But Uncle Jiu was right, you can't be careless about this kind of thing in the future.

After all, if you are not afraid of ten thousand, you are afraid of just in case.

Uncle Jiu stood at the door and sighed, but looking at Han Feng's thicker and stronger back, the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but rise.

Promising boy, Afeng!

……

A few hours passed by.

At the gate of Yizhuang, Uncle Jiu and Han Feng were boxing in the open space at the gate.

Finally, when the sun was not enough, I looked forward to returning to Aunt Cane's figure.

However, Aunt Cane was not the only one who came back.

It seems that there are still six or seven or eight people.

Four of them struggled to lift a shelf, on which lay a comatose person.

Aunt Cane was holding the shopping in her hands, and her left and right hands kept moving.

While looking nervously at the man on the stretcher.

Uncle Jiu and Han Feng rushed up to meet him.

"Mother, what's the matter?"

"Who is this person?"

Uncle Jiu asked anxiously.

Everyone walked to the gate of Yizhuang and walked through the yard.

Slowly put the stretcher on the ground, then fell to the ground to wipe his sweat panting.

"Hey guys, don't you know how to hire a carriage?"

Han Feng is rich now, and for him, a carriage is basically the standard equipment for going out.

Aunt Cane put down the things in her hands, and lifted the torn clothes off the unconscious man.

"Ninth Brother, look who this is."

Uncle Jiu stepped forward to take a look, and immediately opened his eyes wide, with a look of grief on his face, he shouted, "Brother Qianqiu?"

Daoist Qianqiu is also a disciple of the Maoshan School and the senior brother of Uncle Jiu.

When I was in Maoshan, my relationship with Uncle Jiu was also very good, and I took care of the young Uncle Jiu a lot.

"What's going on here?"

"What happened? Why is Senior Brother Qianqiu here?"

Seeing the unconscious Daoist Qianqiu, Uncle Jiu felt extremely heartbroken.

The people around him all had expressions of grief.

"Uncle Nine, my master, in order to help the people in Fukang County, was injured by a zombie in a general's tomb."

"In order to save us, Master resisted everything by himself, he...he is now close to death!"

"I beg you Uncle Jiu, please find a way to save my master!"

All the apprentices of Daoist Qianqiu knelt down to Uncle Jiu.

"Children, get up!"

"Your master is also my elder brother, don't worry, I, Lin Jiuying, will not sit idly by!"

"Quick, help carry your master back to the house."

Only then did everyone carry the injured Qianqiu back to the house, and carried him from the yard back to the bed in the house. The distance was only seven or eight meters, but these young strong men were panting.

Everyone was sweating from exhaustion.

In the courtyard, Uncle Jiu and Han Feng looked at each other, and they both knew each other.

An ominous feeling arose.

Generally speaking, only the corpse of a dead person is particularly heavy, and the weight of a dead person is equivalent to twice the weight of his life.

If there are special circumstances, it's three times more likely.

This special situation refers to the situation of being killed by dirty things.

Han Feng: "Master, this..."

Uncle Jiu probably knew what Han Feng wanted to say, sighed, and entered the room with his hands behind his back, "Let's see the specific situation first."

But about Qianqiu's situation, Uncle Jiu was actually very uncertain.

Han Feng scratched his head and thought to himself: I just want to say that I have Eight Pills, which can save Uncle Qianqiu.

inside the house.

Looking at the dirty and tattered clothes of these people, Han Feng couldn't help asking.

"Brothers and brothers, where did you meet the zombies?"

When asking, Han Feng's facial expression was not well managed, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his heart was excited about the zombie.

"This should be a disciple of Maoshan, my master is like this, and you can still laugh!"

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I've had a mouth sore these days, I have to grin like this to be able to speak."

Han Feng's brain was spinning quickly, and he hurriedly thought of a trick, and licked his lips in embarrassment.

Forget it, ask later.

I saw that Uncle Jiu had already walked to Daoist Qianqiu's bed.

He reached out and tried it under his nose, and his breath was weak.

He grabbed the opponent's arm again, beating weakly.

Finally, he lifted the hair behind Qianqiu's ear, only to see a faint black bloodstain looming behind the ear.

Seeing the black bloodstain, Uncle Jiu's heart skipped a beat.

This is a phenomenon of corpse poison attacking the heart.

Uncle Jiu said inwardly that it was not good.

Turning around, he hurriedly greeted Han Feng to go to the next room to get something.

"Afeng, go to the next door and make a bowl of glutinous rice flour water!"

After listening to Uncle Jiu's words, Han Feng turned around to soak in glutinous rice water.

One minute later, Uncle Jiu poured a bowl of glutinous rice water at room temperature into Daoist Qianqiu's stomach.

All I could hear was the sudden thumping sound from the stomach of Daoist Qianqiu.

Daoist Qianqiu's nose and mouth spewed out a puff of white smoke full of corpse aura.

Sticky rice is the most effective thing against zombies.

The little zombie of the royal family was poisoned by the corpse before, and the corpse poison gradually faded after soaking the whole body in glutinous rice water.

But Daoist Qianqiu's corpse poison is far more serious than that of the little prince.

Just soaking the body in glutinous rice water doesn't work anymore.

Seeing white smoke coming out of his master's mouth, all the disciples of Daoist Qianqiu were terrified.

They are still in their infancy, and this is the first time they have seen Uncle Jiu act so rudely.

The reaction of pouring glutinous rice water into a person's stomach is too huge.

"Uncle Jiu, will this... work?"

Daoist Qianqiu fell asleep on the bed, the expression on his face was extremely painful due to the corrosion of the glutinous rice water in his body, and it also frightened several of his apprentices.

"Now I can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!"

"Your master was poisoned by a terrible corpse poison. I conclude that the zombie you encountered must not be simple, it must not be an ordinary zombie!"

Uncle Jiu is not recruiting anymore.

At this moment, he just wanted to stabilize Daoist Qianqiu as soon as possible, and hurried to Fukang County to find that zombie, so as to prevent more people from being harmed.

"Master, I don't think there is any problem with Master Qianqiu for the time being. Why don't you stay here and take care of Master Qianqiu. I'll go to Fukang County to have a look. How about helping you step up?"

Thinking of that powerful zombie in Fukang County, Han Feng couldn't wait.

Not only him, but the system on his body also began to be impatient.

The golden coffin has not seen fresh 'food' for a long time.

Uncle Jiu immediately gave Han Feng a blank look.

"No!"